Troilus and Cressida by Uncle Pandarus

My tale’s of war and how it kills what’s dear.
It starts on 9 July, so come back then.
: Uncle Pandarus

Too ill to talk today, I leave you with
A stark reminder war raged on and on
And Troilus fought his foe with fiery heart.
: Uncle Pandarus

Troilus Above the Rest by Uncle Pandarus

Cassandra saw the hell that was to come.
She saw it in a dream and shared it with
Her brother Troilus, whom she begged to stop
The war that raged. “Just give back Helen
And cease the never-ending fighting now!”
: Uncle Pandarus

Mass of Moan to Come by Uncle Pandarus

A chat with Troilus ’bout his sister’s dream
Appears below (I’ve lost my power of speech).
: Uncle Pandarus

A Theme of Honour by Uncle Pandarus

Young Troilus shares his private thoughts once more.
: Uncle Pandarus

Enchanted Sense by Uncle Pandarus

They should have been allowed to love alone,
But I was there to watch their rose-buds bloom.
: Uncle Pandarus

Cupid’s Pageant by Uncle Pandarus

I followed her too close, but now my guilt
Is turned to good by sharing art with you.
My hands are failing; drawing now brings pain.
: Uncle Pandarus

Purity in Love by Uncle Pandarus

They saw me there, those beautiful young lovers;
But still I captured both of them by phone.
: Uncle Pandarus

Troilus and Cressida by Uncle Pandarus

I watched them both. I am an ugly man,
With poison in my mind and in my blood.
I warn you, fair beholders, that today
The clip below contains a sexual scene.
: Uncle Pandarus

Night Hath Been Too Brief by Uncle Pandarus

The bad news came; it filled our hearts with dread.
: Uncle Pandarus

The Enemy Demands Her by Uncle Pandarus

My Cressida defies the rules with rage.
: Uncle Pandarus

Break My Heart by Uncle Pandarus

Too weak to type and drawing’s going to hell.
Poor Troilus suffers, broken-hearted boy;
These images he sent to me by phone.
: Uncle Pandarus

This is and is not Cressida by Uncle Pandarus

My tale’s of war and how it kills what’s dear.
Rebuild the world from ashes. Use the code
Of fearless samurais – BUSHIDO – thus:
Respect and honour others, not the self.
Let beauty live and bloodshed die. Farewell.
: Uncle Pandarus

Disease by Uncle Pandarus